Good-Bye Kisses in the Dark
My husband, Ken, has kissed a sleeping wife goodbye every weekday morning for the last thirteen years. That is, thirteen years minus the first week after our honeymoon.
That first week in our cozy little apartment, I got up to fix his breakfast, make his lunch, and kiss him goodbye at the door. Unfortunately, this was a very short lived glitch in my sleep-till-the-last-possible-minute routine. Nowadays, I stock pile instant oatmeal, portion off little ziplock containers of leftovers for his lunch, and try to at least whisper, ‘Bye, Hon’, when he leans down to kiss me goodbye. (Just to clarify, it’s still dark--only about 5:15 a.m.--when this occurs.)
Poor Ken. I’m not sure if we ever had a pre-marriage discussion about whether we’d eat breakfast together. But I’m thankful that he loves me, even if our mornings might not be quite what he once envisioned.
What’s shocking is that Christ chose me to be part of his Bride, knowing every negative trait I would ever have. I know he didn’t choose me because of who I am, but I’m amazed that he chose me in spite of it.